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She is olbivious...

She flew south. It was time to show what she has become. The gentle warm wind made her flight an easy one so far, a mere effortless ride.

'Good' she thought. 'All the better. I'll be in full strenght when I get there.'

She smiled to herself, her long reptilian snout bora a content smile for miles to come while she contemplated her plans.

'She's gorgeous!' he thought. Even though she was miles away infront, he saw her as if she was merely a meter away.

He thanked Artemis - his mentor - for the many years he spent teaching this stubborn novice black dragon the mysteries of magic. If it wasn't for the patience of that old grey drake he would've never caught her in his sight.

She truly was a stuning view to behold. She was perfect, and so attractive, that when he imagined himself as an age old drake writing codexes for the next generations, at the word beauty her image would stand first. And even then he'd surely be aroused by her sight!

Indeed, she was beauty manifest on two gloriuos wings. Her silver scales shone brigtly int he sun, giving her an aura of unseen brilliance - one even the finest of silver jewels could only dream of. Her tail, long and slender, swaying in the air after her, all the while - it seemed to him - beckoning for him to join her.

'How could I resist such an invitation?' He asked himself as he decided to catch up with her.

In the meantime he couldn't take his eyes of her. Her cute hind feet tucked neatly to her sides, forming an almost serpentine shape to aid her flight. Her enck crest stood proudly as she cut the air, running down along her spine all the way on her tail, and at the tip forming little spikes that looked rather harmless, adding even more to her charm.

She folded her wings and ducked down to gather speed, and then when she could almsot reach the treetops she unfodled her wings and gracefully glided back to the height she was before.

He felt her shapely body stole his breath. The flash of her chest, belly and her enticing tailbase... His mouth hung open as he felt his growing arousal with rapidly growing concern as he felt the breeze upon a very sensitive part of his body.

'She can't see me like this!' What will she think?!' He panicked. He raveged through his mind for a useful spell, for leaving her was not an option. After all she did cross his territory, the least he could do is to introduce himself...

'Invisibility.' He finally came to the conclusion. 'That'll do until I regain my... Composure.'

And with that he began casting the spell.

She did not know of what was happening in the background. In fact she concentrated only on the events of tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll reach the Spire, and that was all that mattered.

'Well...' She hesitated to admit even to herself, that the main reason behind her flight back to the place where she was born, the hatching grounds of all Noble dragons, after 20 years is to see if she's best her rivals.

'Rheya, you're in for a rough surprise!' She said with a mischevious grin on her snout.

Her golden-scaled rival has always been a pain in the tail. Everything she did, Rheya could do better. And since they day she was caught by Rheya whilst playing in the mud - like young males did - the majority of other females started to call her Piglet. That sight added with a little plumpness on her side mared her for the rest of her childhood. That really hurt her, along with they years of humiliation that came... But now...

'It's time for revenge.' She imagined that her rival is still that pipsqueek that she was, while she one the other claw had grown up to be a beautiful, and attractive and wise dragoness.

'But what if she has a mate?' Her imagination quickly replied. She saw herself being pushed aside, and all the other females concentrating on her „great catch" of a mate. All the while she can still not show anything up in this matter.

'Aww...' She said. But what could she do if she was more interested in exploring the world around herself than the opposite gender?

She huffed in frustration. She would like to have a mate though, someone to return home to, for comfort and love... But not to prove herself. That she'd rather do all by herself.

'Solely of love.' She muttered to herself. She had thought of this a lot, her mind once again travelled the path where these thoughts led her a thousand times; and came to the same conclusion as always: she disagrees with the old ways of Noble dragons.

'Even they disagree with themselves. They're just afraid to admit and to confront traditions.'

She thought. 'Perhaps I should search amongst the Wild Dragons for a mate.' She mused at the unusual pair she and a Wild dragon would make.

Spotting a glittering river in the forest that sped by beneath her she decided to take a little rest, and she began to descend.

He was now only half a mile behind her, and he was even able to catch the a faint trail of her soothing scent. But even this weak trail made his heart pound faster. The mere idea of a female this close to him was exciting him to the limits. After all, besides his mother and his sister he had not seen another female for ages. Well... Not exactly, there was the bronw-orange dragoness a few months ago, but she was almost ten miles from him - not even on his territory!

'Where is she heading?' He wondered.

The land he clamed his, was int he middle of nowhere, out of the way of everything remarkable or worthy of a sparkle of interest. Having seen only a little more than two dozen summers, he could not afford with a reputation so weak a more popular or well situated territory. Though, his land had a river teeming with fish, a great chunk of forest, and a tame mountain range it was far from those popular places. The only dragons he had seen were bypassers going to or coming from somewhere...

Then his crimson eyes grew wide with amazement and a hopeful smirk appeared on his snout.

'She's landing!' He thought with glee, and ofr a passing moment he thought that it was because her destination was his territory.

'Perhaps in search of a mate?' His fantasy ran wild, creating images of her and him... Only to be broken by the obvious reason knowcking ont he gate of his mind: she only landed to refresh herself at the river that flowed close by.

'Ah well...' With a sigh he dismissed these wild thoughts and decided to land and greet her anyways.

She landed softly, like a leaf upon a fading autumn breeze ont he grassy forest ground. The glade she has choosen seemed to be just the perfect size for one perhaps two dragons.

She carefully sniffed around for any scent marks, but all she could smell was a faint musk of a male dragon. From the weakness of the scent she could tell that - whoever it was - had not been here for at least a month. Besides the scent, she found other evidence of a dragon living here, trees torn and trunks that bore great clawmarks.

'He's the one who created theis glade.' She thought.

She strolled down to the river shore, when she noticed the familiar fullness about her loins. It immediately came clear to her that she was flying for at least half a day by now without stopping. But where should she...?

He landed not far from her, but awkwardly in the dense bushes amongst a very small opening just behind the lush bushes that laced the glade.

The spell would not let her spot him, but the noise he made was still audible, so he took care in landing not to make the slightest noise that'd give away him presence. He didn't see her now, and that was worrying him. He perked his ears, in order to pick up every little noise she made... And he was shocked to find that she was aproaching!

He panicked! Looking swiftly from side to side where to hide, and he ingeniously fled to the thickest of bushes he'd ever seen. A huge fleshy, darkgreen leaved bush seemed just perfect to hide a dragon of his size.

'Damn you roots!' He cursed to himself as he soon found out it wasn't so perfect after all. With it's many gnarled roots and tendrils he soon tripped and got tangled up hopelessly. He tried to escape but he feared he'd make too much noise so instead he kept still and quiet. His limbs were tied down, and without ripping the plant apart he could not get free, not even fidget.

And to top it all the spell was starting to fail. He had to concentrate on keeping it up, and casting a new one would surely alert her, should he fail to keep up the current one.

Thus he decided that being upside-down, tangled up is not all that bad at the moment.

Not to mention the next thing he sees is her walking toward him! Directly towards him, skimmering across the area with her shiny, captivating-blue eyes.

He gulped.

'I wonder if he will take this as an offense?' She thought. 'I mean, am I supposed to... umm... relieve myself mid-flight?' She shook her head. The idea of spraying a whole section of forest sounded even worse than creating a small puddle here. She carefully examined the place, about a wingspan from the opening.

'Far enough from the river.' She said. But here eyes didn't spot his head near the forest floor in a gross bush just a few steps from her. After making sure she was not seen, she walked up to that lush, darkgreen leaved bush.

'And here, not even bypassers can see me.' She stated softly.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing! The gorgeous silver dragoness walked right up to his bush, with her face only a step away from his! He felt stunned; but he wasn't prepared for what was to come.

Not moving a muscle, he waited for the dragoness to go away. At least back to the glade, so that he could free himself. He gave thanks to the powers that be, that his scent was masked by the spell as well - especially now, when the mere closeness of such a beautiful female started to give new life to his subsided arousal. His slit was bulging once again with need, and his loins felt as if starting to burn with some inner fire of lust.

He had no idea what she wanted, not even her otherwise strange behaviour gave away her intentions.

Then she turned her back towards him, leaving her curvaceous rump a few snoutlong distance from his face, while her tail was almost touching him.

Her scent invaded his nostils, and his maw hung agape. So good her scent was, musky yet light, and seducing. He gulped again, feeling his shaft staring to poke out of his slit.

As if things weren't enough she spread her legs slightly and squatted down, lifting her tail slightly.

In result his snout was inbetween her thighs, under her tail.

He felt as if his eyes were about to pop out of his skull as he drank in the heavenly sight. His shaft instantly slid out of it's protective cavity.

Her slender tail swayed out of the way and he was granted an unimpeded view of the treasures she guards between her hind legs. Her unaroused slit, a sweet smelling pink loveflower, laced with the tiniest of silver scales he had ever seen. A bit more upwards along her tailbase he saw her slit-like tailhole, the tight orifice of her lovely rear. All this merely a snout's distance away from his maw. He felt his shaft brushing against his thighs now, fully erect and slowly dripping his watery precum onto his chest scales and flowing down to his shoulders.

For a second he got the idea to extend his tongue out and start to caress thsi female as best as he could. But he dismissed the idea, since he knew nothing of her... Only to have that same thought besieging his sane mind and forcing him to obey his instincts stronger now. All the while he had to keep the spell intact and working, but the magic seemd to be more elusive as his arousal grew.

Unknown to her was the epic struggle going on within the hidden black dragon. Instead she focused on her unconfortable situation. After positioning herself, carefully adjusting her limbs not to soak herself, she glanced around one last time.

Her rear swayed teasingly from side to side right infront of his eyes, and it felt like a siege machine ramming the wall of the fortress of his mind, made out of the weakening brick of his will. He felt his spell hopelessly weaken due to his state of mind. He gathered all of his strenght and disciple to prolong it a little further.

'But she's so close...' He gazed longingly at her nethers.

Finally somethin - the very last nerve in his mind that refused to give into his urges - snapped and he opened his maw, sliding out his tongue to lap at her. As the dula prongued, long tongue neared her slit he could feel her tenderness, her warmth.

'Almost there...'

His senses were lost to the silver female infront - or more like above him - her scent, even in her unaroused state was intoxicating and driving him crazy. He wanted to taste her, to please her, to make her scream in pleasure and possibly recieve the same attention from her.

She finally deemed everything right as it could be for what she was about to do. She sighed softly, and relaxed herself as best she could. With the passing tension inside of her body, she felt her slit part a little.

As if to invite him inside. He stretched his tongue further to delve between those wonderful folds of hers.

As soon as she felt there is nothing in the way, she let her nether muscles go limp.

First a few drops came, they flow out and a little across her slit, stimulating the sensitive area to squirt more after convulsing instinctively - the golden raindrops barely not touching his tongue.

But then all of a sudden, a wide stream erupted from her sex, spraying directly onto his tongue and into his maw.

He was literally stunned by this „unsuspected" event. Afterward of course, it was obvious, as well as the chain of events and tell-tale signs of her intentions that led to him being pissed on by the female of his desires.

But right now, he had a nice mouthful of bodywarm, bitter-sour golden fluid in his maw.

He almsot started to cough, but instead he took another path and started swallowing, just as well the slightest cough or a spit which would surely soak the legs of the dragoness - can turn this terrible situation to a horrible one, not to mention how it'd ruin his reputation for ages to come.

So he swallowed and drank as she gave another sigh, and spluttered some more of her musky fluid into his maw. It didn't taste as bad as at first, and somehow he did not mind it - after all, he is here now, and he has to do this, in order to prevent being a laughing stock of the millennia, he might as well try to enjoy it... Or at least he could take it for now. He gulped silently, and in the meantime was conscious enough to let some drip down carefully on the grass so that she wouldn't get suspicious.

'Gods know what Noble's do to spies.' He thought.

She moaned softly as she finally felt that tension in her loins easing and subsiding to nothing but a comfortable and content feeling. That nice feeling she felt crawling up from her crotch on her spine as she was nearing being done. She did occasionally feel a few drops splashing against her hind legs, but they were too few, so she ignored them.

'I'll take a bath at the Spire.' She thought. 'I will need to wash off the dust of the journey anyway.'

Meanwhile her warm stream of piss, narrowed and slowed down to a gentle trickle, until it stopped.

Much to his glee. He was getting full now. He found there was something arousing in this.

'Perhaps the taste.' He mused. 'Or the sight in the meantime.'

When she was finally done, she shook her attractive rump as an ending ceremony - which seemed to him like a major tease, coupled with the feeling of a few drops of her urine hitting his pent-up shaft, making it throb unbareably and squirt precum onto his chest.

'There, much better.' She said. 'Now to find something to eat.'

He blinked as the dragoness stood up and walked away, humming a joyful tone, and swaying her tail seductively.

When she was far enough - at the river shore - he freed his right hand and hesitantly touched his cock. It spurted more precum at the careful touch and throbbed. With the sight freshly burned into his mind, he wanted to finish what the dragoness had started.

But then he had a better idea.

'I will not rest, until I have her as my Mate.' He stated to himself.

'After all, what we have just shared was something ... very intimate. Even if none of us intended it to be so. ' He wriggled free his other hand and his tail, and added.

'Even is she was completely oblivious...'